My Disability Defines Me

My first attempt at an acrostic poem, my inexperience is sure to be showing.

You see the world from your own point of being, but it’s impossible to know the reality your seeing.  

Do you look, when you see? What confronts you isn’t me.

I am here. Can you see me? Can you see past, the dis-ability?

Should you see beyond the face, beyond the idyllic human race?

At the same time, don’t ignore, what keeps from living the metronomic live many endure.

Because my brain is slightly melted, vie lead a life far from sheltered.

I’ve had to face things that most of you won’t, till you face resembles and old goat.

Learning the steps of how to make a cup of tea, watching from the Prominade, instead of playing in the sea.

I do things a little differently, in ways that often seem complex, the simplest of tasks for you, for me is a number of steps.

Taken at face value it is often presumed I’m stupid, but it’s the viewers of my life that really need the clue in.

You see my life as if it happened to you, your experience would be completely different if that were true.

Doors I can’t open and stairs I can’t climb, getting around, sure takes its time.

Everyday someone will look and probably stare, you do the mature thing and pretend not to care.

From the outside, my life is exciting, full of strange gadgets, weirdly inviting.

In reality those gadgets aren’t there for fun, they’re essential to me, they make my life run

Now I get why my wheelchair looks exciting to you, but do you really need to know how I poo.

Every day I get up with help from someone, trust me not having to dress yourself really isn’t that fun.

Shoes I don’t wear, I haven’t for a while, I’ve just kind of gone with the ‘it adds to the disabled look’ style.

My mouth, that works perfect, perhaps a little too well, give me a topic to spark my interest, my opinion I’ll tell.

Every decision I have to consider my disability, it’s the most important part of what makes me, me.